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frightenedCounselling yesterday went badly. I was very relieved when the hour was over and I could go back to work. Shovelling shit and cleaning floors never seemed like so much fun.
I... aargh. I don't even know how to talk about it without being all whiny (typoed as 'shiny' - I wish) and self-absorbed and fishing for compliments. I'm just kind of left feeling like the only thing I could do right is be perfectly still and silent, and even that would be some kind of passive-aggressive attention-seeking heap of crap.
This isn't working. I fail at therapy like I fail at everything else. It's what I was afraid of.
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I... aargh. I don't even know how to talk about it without being all whiny (typoed as 'shiny' - I wish) and self-absorbed and fishing for compliments. I'm just kind of left feeling like the only thing I could do right is be perfectly still and silent, and even that would be some kind of passive-aggressive attention-seeking heap of crap.
This isn't working. I fail at therapy like I fail at everything else. It's what I was afraid of.
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